Madame Duponceau's breakfast did not interfere with Cherami's enjoyment of the foie GRAS, which he watered with frequent draughts of Beaune, saying to his neighbor from time to time: "Pray drink a glass of this wine; it's old and very good; there won't be any left in a moment; however, we can remedy that by ordering another.
"Monsieur Cherami"
Charles Paul de Kock
This he carefully folded up to fit an improvised envelope about the size of a Mardi GRAS souvenir, then being distributed about the city.
"Eugene Field, A Study In Heredity And Contradictions"
Slason Thompson
Every Mardi-GRAS man has his pockets filled with flour, and as he passes the well-dressed stranger, who excited by curiosity gets near, throws handfuls upon him, to the amusement of those bystanders who fortunately escape.
"Eight days in New Orleans in February, 1847"
Albert James Pickett